" But is heaviness truly deplorable and lightness splendid?
The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man's body. The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life's most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become.
Conversely, the absolute absence of a burden cause man to be lighter than air, to soar into the heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant.
What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness? "
Kundera's The Unbereable Lightness of Being.

At twenty, I am sure I want lightness.
But, is it possible to have both?


I missed you, not the crazy kind of miss, but the genuine kind of miss. I want to talk to you, because I have no clue on what is going on in your life. I wonder if we can spend the whole afternoon talking about everything and nothing, while sipping coffee. I just read an article on how biking accidents are on a rise, so bike safe. I'm obviously incoherent, so g'night.